The Railway Detective Collection: The Railway Detective, the Excursion Train, the Railway Viaduct (The Railway Detective Series) by Edward Marston Read Free Book Online

her more closely. Maud Ings was evidently a woman who was at the end of her tether. Apparently abandoned by her husband, she was still hoping that he might come back to her even though he had caused her obvious suffering. The remains of her youthful prettiness were all but obscured now. Colbeck treated her with great sympathy.
    ‘I regret that I have to ask you about your private life,’ he said, ‘but it’s germane to my investigation. Mrs Ings, it’s not difficult to see that you and your husband were short of money.’
    ‘I did my best,’ she said, defensively. ‘I always managed onwhat he gave me, however little it was.’
    ‘Yet Mr Ings earned a reasonable wage at the Post Office.’
    ‘Earned it and threw it away, Inspector.’
    ‘Was he a drinking man?’
    ‘No,’ she replied, as another flicker of affection showed, ‘William was no drunkard. I can clear him of that charge. He was a good man at heart – kind and considerate.’ Her voice darkened. ‘At least, he was for a time. That was before he caught the disease.’
    ‘What disease?’
    ‘Gambling. It ruined our marriage, Inspector.’
    ‘I take it that he was not a successful gambler.’
    ‘Only now and then,’ she said, wistfully. ‘That was the trouble, sir. William had a run of luck at the start and he thought that it would last. He bought me a new coat with his winnings and some lovely furniture.’ She shook her head sadly. ‘Then his luck changed. We had to sell the furniture last month.’
    ‘Yet he still went on gambling?’
    ‘Yes, Inspector.’
    ‘Do you know where he went to play cards?’
    ‘I do now,’ she said, vengefully. ‘I got it out of him in the end. I mean, I had a right to know. I’m his wife, Inspector. Sometimes, he’d be away all night at this place. I had a right to be told where it was.’
    ‘And where was it, Mrs Ings?’
    ‘Devil’s Acre.’
    ‘I see.’
    Colbeck knew the area only too well. It was a favoured haunt of the criminal fraternity and notorious for its brothels and gambling dens. If her husband were a regular visitorto Devil’s Acre, then Maud Ings had been right to describe his addiction as a disease. No decent or sensible man would even dare to venture into such a hazardous district. Colbeck was seeing an aspect of William Ings that had been carefully hidden from his employer. Herbert Shipperley might believe that Ings had an unblemished character but the man consorted regularly with criminals around a card table.
    Colbeck was certain that he had picked up a scent at last.
    ‘Is that where your husband is now?’ he asked. ‘Playing cards?’
    ‘Probably.’
    ‘Can you be a little more precise, Mrs Ings?’
    ‘No,’ she replied. ‘He wouldn’t tell me exactly where he went in case I tried to follow him there. And I would have, Inspector,’ she went on with an edge of desperation. ‘William left us with no money.’
    ‘He left you with a roof over your head.’
    ‘That’s true, Inspector. I’ve still got a home for myself and the children. It’s one consolation. And he did promise that he’d send me something when the money came through.’
    ‘From his wages, you mean?’
    ‘Well, I don’t think it would be from his winnings at a card table,’ she said, ‘because he always seemed to lose.’ She peered at Colbeck. ‘Why are you so interested in my husband? I still don’t understand why you came here looking for him.’
    ‘Earlier today,’ he explained, ‘there was a train robbery.’
    ‘He’d never get involved in anything like that,’ she protested.
    ‘Not directly, perhaps, but the mail train that was ambushed was carrying a consignment of money. Mr Ings was one of the few men who knew that the money would bein transit today.’
    ‘That doesn’t mean he betrayed the secret.’
    ‘No,’ he conceded, ‘and it may well be that your husband is completely innocent. What I need to do is to establish that innocence as soon as is possible so that we can